Oy, how I love paranoia.
A delectable variety of narcissism, indeed.
(Please refrain from shoving an official lexicon of psychological terms in my face, pushing your glasses up onto your nose, and literally pointing out definitions with the finger of your choosing. I'll just tell you to take care of those horrid cuticles.)
See that huddle of friends talking on a street corner? The one that burst into laughter moments after you passed? Chances are, they're not laughing at you.
What does she mean — "chances are"? That means there is a chance they're laughing at me!
Everyone's life does not revolve around you or yours. Really. It doesn't.
And no, I am not being passive-aggressive here. If I had a "problem" with someone in particular, I'd privately address that person. I'm just making a general statement.
I think she's just saying that. I know she's talking about me. I mean, my cuticles are ragged. She's laughing at me.
fresh-baked at 06:13 PMOh thank you! I love this one! I'm linking it.
Offered by: Joan on September 26, 2002 06:23 PMare you looking at my gut? you were looking at my gut weren't you? stop looking at my gut, i'm workin' on it....jeez
Offered by: ren on September 26, 2002 06:33 PMoh my.. this hits so close to how I am feeling today! :)
Now I'm laughing at myself.. when just an hour ago... i was all freaked out.
Thank you!
Offered by: Deb on September 26, 2002 06:40 PMIt's me, isn't it??
Offered by: Tess on September 26, 2002 07:23 PMIt's me! What have I done? Oh my God!
Oh, never mind. I'm just egocentric.
Carry on.
Offered by: Mad Genius on September 26, 2002 07:40 PMActually, I really AM laughing at you.
Offered by: Nicole on September 26, 2002 07:53 PMdid you ever have that feeling that someone was following you? Or, worse, that someone thought you were following them? I often find myself ducking into places I am not going to put some space between me and the person I am (not) following or the person who is (not) following me.
Or are they?
Offered by: Sara on September 26, 2002 08:19 PMCould Jodi be talking about me? I mean, does she think I'm paranoid? We've never even met. How could she possibly think I was paranoid? I'm not paranoid. Am I? Wait a minute...did I say something that made her think I was paranoid? No. I'm not paranoid. She can't be talking about me.
No one ever talks about me. Everyone else gets talked about but not me. Why am I the only one no one talks about? What's wrong with me? WHY NOT ME????!!!!????
>>See that huddle of friends talking on a street corner? The one that burst into laughter moments after you passed? Chances are, they're not laughing at you.
Not even in high school? Because every hallway I walked down in high school people were laughing their ass off...
the same applies for malls too....
Rockwell would be proud.
(uh...Not Norman. I meant this guy.
Offered by: aaron on September 27, 2002 09:11 AMI tend to call it "sarahnoia" to remind myself that I'm being a total ass. (Yeah, it's a term I use often.)
Offered by: Sassy McSmartpants on September 27, 2002 10:46 AMBut of course you are talking/looking at/totally obsessed with ME! ME! ME!
What could be more fascinating than MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?
Offered by: les D on September 27, 2002 02:38 PMLove it! Just like Kurt Cobain sang:
"Just because you're not paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you!"
Offered by: Mary Carmen on September 27, 2002 02:39 PMthey're out to get me just because I'm paranoid ;?
bleeble
Offered by: wackochris on September 27, 2002 04:37 PMuhh. hi everyone.. i have no idea how i got here.. is this a paranoids convention? we have you surrounded... ill go now... bye...
which way is out?
Offered by: lost child on November 19, 2002 09:36 PM
